Drifting AwayNow it seems that youíve
no longer in touch with so much of this world.
you no longer speak to your family,
you no longer call your friends,
you only speak with me,
and so many of our words
are spoken in silence.
in those quiet moments, itís as if sometimes
we say so much,
speaking of our love undying devotion.
but sometimes in our silence
a wave of awareness drowns me in uncertainty,
as if even when Iím calling out to you,
you only hear
that faint voice in the distance,
with you wandering on the shores of your distant dreams
in a world even I cannot know.
I always hope there will come a day
youíll find your way back,
yet each day, youíre one step further.
I think, if you hold my hand you can walk back with me,
but itís like Iím the rope in the tug-of-war,
always trying to come a little further with you,
always trying to stay rooted back home,
and not sure which hand to let go.
my love, donít drift too far.
I see you need this.
I see youíre seeking,
trying to find a root for yourself,
not knowing what it will be
or if youíll ever find it.
my love, hold onto me.
I will be near.
sometimes, oh, I am so tempted
to ask you to take me with you,
but youíve gone to a place I donít belong.
while youíre gone,
and while youíre there
I will be with you, here.
my vigil is yours.
my heart is beside you.
our souls have touched, my love.
my only solace is ó
that if you become lost,
a part of me will be lost with you.
(C) 7/27/94 Tom Brinck